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FREEMEN. 



THE ARMY OF THE UNITED STATES. 



THIRD EDITION. 

PRINTED FOR THE NEW YORK VOLUNTEERS. 



BOSTON: 

tioknor and fields. 
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by 
F . J . CHILD, 

in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. 


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University Press: 
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CONTENTS 


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27. 

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29. 

30. 


Northmen, come out!. 

The Land and the Flag.. 

Union and Liberty.. 

Put it through!. 

A Mighty Fortress is our God . . . 
The Night-Guard. 

Soldier’s Morning-Song. * 

We’re at War. 

Harvard-Students’ Sonq. 

The Why and Wherefore. 

Korner’s Prayer. 

Sharpshooter’s Song. 

Our Country is calling. 

The Volunteer’s Good-bye. 

Old Fankuil Hall. 

Trumpet Song. 

A Compromise .. 

Shall Freedom droop and die?. . . . 

The Lass of the Pamunky. 

The High-toned Southern Gentleman . 

The Rising of the North. 

Bully boy Billy. 

Overtures from Richmond. 

Cavalry Song . 

I ’ll be a Sergeant. 

The Vow. 

For a’ that and a’ that. 

Would you be a Soldier, Laddy? . . . 

My Briar Pipe. 

Hark! that stern Voice!. 


C. G. Lelnnd. 

C. T. Brooks. 

0. W. Holmes. . 
K. E. Hale. 
Martin Luther. ) 
F. H. Hedge. ) 
IV. nauff. ) 

\Vm x I/oivitt. ) 

F. Schenkendorf. ) 
C. T. Brooks. j 

C. G. Leland. ■. 

Julia Ward Howe. 
F. J. Child. . 

C. T. Brooks. . 

C. G. Leland. 

F. H. Hedge. 


E. E. Hale. . . 
0. W. Holmes. . 


C. G. Leland. 
F. J. Child. 


II. P. Leland. 

F. J. Otild. . . 
C. G. Leland. . . 
II. A. W. . . 

C. T. Brooks. 
Mrs. T. Sedgwick. 


H. P. Leland. 
C. T. Brooks. 


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“ Poetry has distinguished — as, in spite of all mercenary and feeble 
sophistry, men ever will distinguish — war from mere bloodshed. It has 
discerned the higher feelings which lie beneath its revolting features. 
Carnage is terrible. The conversion of producers into destroyers is a 
calamity. Death, and human features obliterated beneath the hoof of the 
war-horse, and reeking hospitals, and ruined commerce, and violated 
homes, and broken hearts, — they are all awful. But there is something 
worse than death. Cowardice is worse. And the decay of enthusiasm and 
manliness is worse. And it is worse than death, ay, worse than a hun¬ 
dred thousand deaths, when a people has gravitated down into the creed 
that the ‘wealth of nations’ consists, not in generous hearts, — ‘Fire in 
each breast, and freedom on each brow,’ — in national virtues, and primi¬ 
tive simplicity, and heroic endurance, and preference of duty to life; not 
in men, but in silk, and cotton, and something that they call ‘ capital.’ 
Peace is blessed, — peace arising out of charity. But peace springing out 
of the calculations of selfishness is not blessed. If the price to be paid for 
peace is this, that wealth accumulate and men decay, better far that every 
street in every town of our once noble country should run blood! ” — Fred- 
erick William Robertson, of England. 

“ For these reasons I cannot join with those who cry, Peace, peace. I 
cannot wish that this war should not have been engaged in by the North, 
or that, being engaged in, it should be terminated on any conditions but 
such as would retain the whole of the Territories as free soil. I am not 
blind to the possibility that it may require a long war to lower the arro¬ 
gance and tame the aggressive ambition of the slave-owners, to the point 
of either returning to the Union, or consenting to remain out of it with 
their present limits. But war, in a good cause, is not the greatest evil 
which a nation can suffer. War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of 
things : the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling 
which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. When a people are used as 
mere human instruments for firing cannon or thrusting bayonets, in the 
service and for the selfish purposes of a master, such a war degrades a 
people. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice; 
a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is 
their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their free choice, — is 
often the means of their regeneration. A man who has nothing which he 
is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does 
about his personal safety, is a miserable creature, who has no chance of 
being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than 
himself. As long as justice and injustice have not terminated their ever- 
renewing fight for ascendency in the affairs of mankind, human beings 
must be willing, when need is. to do battle for the one against the other.” 
— John Stuart Mill, of England. 


No. 1. 


1 


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Forth unto battle with storm and shout! 

Freedom calls you once again, 

To flag and fort and tented plain; 

Then come with drum and trump and song, 

And raise the war-cry wild and strong, 

Northmen, come out! 

2 Northmen, come out! 

Give the pirates a roaring rout! 

I’ut in your strength, and let them know 
How Working Men to Work can go. 

Put in your might, and let them feel 
How Mudsills strike when edged with steel. 

Northmen, come out! 

3 Northmen, come out! 

Come like your grandsires stern and stout! 

Though Cotton be of Kingly stock, 

Yet royal heads may reach the block: 

The Puritan taught it once in pain, 

His sons shall teach it once again. 

Northmen, come out! 

4 Northmen, come out! 

Forth unto battle with storm and shout! 

He who lives, with victory’s blest, 

He who dies, gains peaceful rest. 

Living or dying, let us be 
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THE LAND AND THE FLAG. 

1 

Comrades plighted, 

Fast united, 

Firm to death for Freedom stand ! 

See your country torn and bleeding! 

Hear a mother’s solemn pleading! 

Rescue Freedom’s promised land! 

2 

In her keeping 
Dust lies sleeping, 

Kindled once with noblest fires; 

Hark ! e’en now their slumbers breaking, 
Round her flag, indignant waking. 

Muster our immortal sires! 

3 

Ensign glorious, 

Float victorious! 

Treason’s gloomy hordes dispel! 

Cheer the freeman sinking—dying— 

Send the pallid foeman flying, 

Triumph o’er the might of hell! 

4 

Night may shroud us, 

Death becloud us, 

Through all glooms thy stars shall shine ! 
Motherland, before thine altar, 

Swear we ne’er to faint or falter, 

Conquering—falling—still we’re thine ! 

C. T. BROOKS. 


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UNION AND LIBERTY. 

1 

Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, 

Borne through their battle-fields’ thunder and flame, 

Blazoned in song, and illumined in story, 

Wave o’er us all who inherit their fame! 

2 

Light of our firmament, guide of our nation, 

Pride of her children, and honored afar, 

Let the wide beams of thy full constellation 
Scatter each cloud that would darken a star! 

3 

Empire unsceptered! what foe shall assail thee, 

Bearing the standard of Liberty’s van! 

Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, 

Striving with men for the birth right of man. 

4 

Yet if, by madness and treachery blighted, 

Dawns the dark hour when tho sword thou must draw, 

Then, with the arms of thy millions united, 

Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law! 

5 

Lord of the Universe ! shield us and guide us, 

Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun! 

Thou hast united us, who shall divide us ? 

Keep us, 0 keep us, the Many in one. 

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PUT IT THROUGH. 

1 

Come, Freemen of the Land, 

Come, meet the last demand, 

Here’s a piece of work in hand, 

Put it through ! 

Here’s a log across the way 
We have stumbled on all day, 

Here’s a ploughshare in the clay, 

Put it through! 

2 

Here’s a country that’s half free, 

And it waits for you and me 
To say what its fate shall be, 

Put it through ! 

While one traitor thought remains, 
While one spot its banner stains, 

One link of all its chains, 

Put it through! 

3 

Hear our brothers in the field, 

Steel your swords as theirs are steeled, 
Learn to wield the arms they wield, 
Put it through ! 

Lock the shop and lock the store, 

And chalk this upon the door,— 
u We’ve enlisted for the war ! ” 

Put it through! 

4 

For the Birthrights yet unsold, 

For the History yet untold, 

For the Future not unrolled, 

Put it through! 

Lest our children point with shame 
On the fathers’ dastard fame, 

Who gave up a nation’s name, 

Put it through! 


E. E. WALK. 




No. 5. 

A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD. 


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A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD. 

1 

A mighty fortress is our God, 

A bulwark never failing ; 

Our helper he, amid the flood # 

Of mortal ills prevailing. 

For still our ancient foe 
Doth seek to work us woe ; 

His craft and power are great, 

And, armed with cruel hate, 

On earth is not his equal. 

2 

Did we in our own strength confide. 

Our striving would be losing,— 

Were not the right man on our side, 

The man of God’s own choosing. 

Dost ask, who that may be! 

Christ Jesus, it is he ; 

Lord Sabaoth his name, 

From age to age the same, 

And he must win the battle.' 

3 

And though this world, with devils filled, 

Should threaten to undo us, 

We will not fear, for God hath willed 
His truth to triumph through us. 

The Prince of Darkness grim,— 

We tremble not for him ; 

His rage we can endure, 

For lo ! his doom is sure, 

One little word shall fell him. 

4 

That word above all earthly powers— 

No thanks to them—abideth; 

The spirit and the gifts are ours, 

Through him who with us sideth. 

Let goods and kindred go, 

This mortal life also ; 

The body they may kill, 

God’s truth abideth still, 

His kingdom is for ever. 

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I think on her I left behind, 

And ask is she still true and kind. . 

2 


When I was forced to march away, 

How warm a kiss she gave that day ; 
With ribbons bright my cap she drest, 
And clasped me to her faithful breast. 

3 

She loves me still, to me is kind, 
Therefore I keep a cheerful mind ; 
Through coldest nights my bosom glows, 
Whene’er on her my thoughts repose. 


Oh if thou weep’st, by grief distressed, 

To think of me with danger pressed, 

Be calm, God keeps me everywhere, 

A faithful soldier is his care! 

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Lift up your drowsy heads! 

Loud snort the steeds, “ Good morning!” 

Forsake your grassy beds! 

The sunlit steel is gleaming, 

Undimmed by battle’s breath; 

Of garlands men are dreaming, 

And thinking, too, of death. 

2 Thou gracious God, in kindness 

Look down from thy blue tent! 

We rushed not forth in blindness, 

By thee to battle sent. 

O lift on high before us 
Thy truth’s all-conquering sign: 

The flag of Christ floats o’er us. 

The fight, O Lord, is thine! 

3 There yet shall come a morning, 

A morning mild and bright: 

All good men bless its dawning, 

And angels hail the sight. 

Soon from her night of sadness 
This suffering land shall wake; 

O break, thou day of gladness! 

Thou day of Freedom break! 

4 Then peals from all the towers! 

And peals from every breast! 

And peace from stormy hours, 

And love and joy and rest! 

Then songs of triumph loudly 
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And we’ll remember proudly, 

We, too, brave blades! were there. 

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WE’RE AT WAR. 

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We’re at war ! and the word is to battle! 

We’re at war! — and will dare it like men, 

When the roar and the rush and the rattle 
Call the soldier to glory again. 

Go on ! go on ! we’re here ! 

Go on ! without a fear! 

With the foe drawing nigh, and our ranks sweeping by, 
We will conquer or die, boys, hurrah ! 

2 

We’re at war! — and the men who begun it 
May jeer us as hirelings and slaves! 

Let them fill to the fight—when they’ve won it; 

Let them fill—we will soon fill their graves. 

CHORUS. 

Go on ! go on! we’re here ! &c. 

3 

We’re at war! Hip hurrah for the order! 

Fire and charge ! Hip hurrah for the fight! 

We will drive them to death o’er the border; 

They are breaking to left and to right! 

4 

We’re at war in a glorious communion, 

With Freedom and Faith on our side : 

Then in God’s name, three cheers for the Union ! 

He’ 11 remember the soldier who died. 

Go on! go on! we’re here! 

Go on without a fear! 

With the foe drawing nigh, and our ranks sweeping by, 
We will conquer or die, boys, hurrah ! 

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HARVARD-STUDENTS’ SONG. 

1 

Remember ye the fateful gun that sounded 

To Sumter’s walls from Charleston's treacherous shore ? 

Remember ye how hearts indignant bounded, 

When our first dead came back from Baltimore ? 

The banner fell that every breeze had flattered, 

The hum of thrift was hushed with sudden woe; 

We raised anew the emblems shamed and shattered, 

And turned a front resolved to meet the foe. 

2 

Remember ye, how, out of boyhood leaping, 

Our gallant mates stood ready for the fray ? 

As new-fledged eaglets rise, with sudden sweeping, 

And meet unscared the'dazzling front of day. 

Our classic toil became inglorious leisure, 

We praised the calm Horatian ode no more; 

But answered back with song the martial measure, 

That held its throb above the cannon’s roar. 

3 

Remember ye the pageants dim and solemn, 

Where Love and Grief have borne the funeral pall ? 

The joyless marching of the mustered column, 

With arms reversed to Him who conquers all ? 

Oh! give them back, thou bloody breastof Treason, 

They were our own, the darlings of our hearts! 

They come benumbed and frosted out of season, 

With whom the summer of our youth departs. 

4 

Look back no more! our time has come, my Brothers! 

In Fate’s high roll our names are written too : 

We fill the mournful gaps left bare by others, 

The ranks where Fear has never broken through. 

Look, ancient Walls, upon our stern election ! 

Keep, Echoes dear, remembrance of our breath ! 

And gentle eyes, and hearts of pure affection, 

Light us resolved to Victory or Death! 

JULIA WARD HOWE. 


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No. 10 


THE WHY AND WHEREFORE. 

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THE WHY AND WHEREFORE. 

1 

“ Where,where,where,and where, and where are yon bound,young man ? 

Where,where,where,and where, and where are you bound,young man?" 
“ I’m off to the war, with the good men and true, 

And had’nt you better come along too ? 

I speak my mind quite freely. 

Now ree’ly." 

2 

“ Why, why, why, and why, and why to the war, young man ? 

Why, why, why, and why, and why to the war, young man ? " 

“ Did a man ever fight for a holier cause, 

Than Freedom and Flag, and Equal Laws ? 

Just 6peak your mind quite freely, 

Now ree’ly." 

3 

“ Which, which, which, and which, and which is the Flag of the Free ? 

Which, which, which, and which, and which is the Flag of the Free ? " 

“ 0 Washington’s Flag, with the stripes and the stars, 

Will you give such a name to the thing with the bars ? 

I speak my mind quite freely, 

Now ree’ly.” 

4 

“ Who, who, who, and who, and who goes with you to the war ? 

Who, who, who, and who, and who goes with you to the war ? " 

“ Ten thousand brave lads, and if they should stay here, 

.The girls would cry shame, and they a volunteer! 

They speak their mind quite freely, 

Now ree’ly." 

5 

“ When,when,when, and when, and when do you mean to come back ? 

When,when,when,and when, and when do you mean to come back ? ” 

“ When Rebellion is crushed, and the Union restored, 

And Freedom is safe,—yes, then, please the Lord! 

I speak my mind quite freely, 

Now ree’ly." 

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“ What, what, what, and what, and what will you gain by that ? 

What, what, what, and what, and what will you gaiu by that 1 ” 

“ O I've gained enough, whatever the cost, 

If Freedom, the hope of the world, isn’t lost. 

I speak my mind quite freely, 

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KORNER’S PRAYER. 

(Hor’ uns Allmdchliger.) 

1 

Hear us, All-powerful! 

Hear us, All-pitiful ! 

God of all strength and salvation : 
Father, all praise be thine ! 
Thou hast by grace divine 
Wakened to freedom the nation! 


2 

Not Hell can us alarm ; 

God, thy almighty arm 
Crushes the tower of delusion ! 

Lead us, Lord God of might! 
May we victorious fight! 
Scatter our foes in confusion l 


3 

Lead us ! though death’s deep gloom. 
Be, by thy will, our doom, 

Praise to thy name still we render! 
Kingdom and majesty 
Are thine eternally, 

Trust we in Thee, our Defender ! 


c. T. BROOKS. 


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No. 12 


TENOR. I. 
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A man who owned a telescope 
One midnight raised it high, 

And as he took his sight, a star 
Went darting through the sky. 

Some country folks stood round about, 

And ’mongst the rest a clown cried out, 

“ Hurrah, hurrah, a splendid shot, 

You brought the fellow down !” 

2 

There’s many a splendid Southern star 
Who shines with baleful light, 

But when our telescopes go up 
He gleams no more that night. 

Our rifles flash, the bullet flies, 

That planet sets, no more to rise ; 

So it is true that telescopes 
Can bring a foeman down. 

. 3 

Hurrah for Galileo, boys, 

That ancient valiant youth, 

The first that made a telescope, 

And would’nt flinch from truth. 

They said, “you’ve had a glass too much, 
Wo’ve racks and whips in store for such 

“ I can’t help that,” said he, “ it moves 
And so he brought them down ! 

4 

Hurrah, hurrah ! great Freedom’s truth 
Is moving onward still; 

And we are Galileo’s boys, 

And help it with a will. 

It moves the South, it moves the world, 

And on it goes, by freemen hurled, 

And he who tries to check the truth 
Before us soon goes down ! 

O. G. LELAND. 


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OUR COUNTRY IS CALLING. 

1 

Our country is calling; go forth, go forth ! 

To danger and glory ye gallants ! 

In danger your manhood must prove its worth, 

There hearts .are weighed in the balance; 

And he who would win his life at last, 

Must throw it all on the battle’s cast. 

Chorus —And he who would win his life at last, 

Must throw it all on the battle’s cast. 

2 

Our country is calling—our country that bleeds 
With daggers which Treason has planted; 

’ Tis Honor that beckons where Loyalty leads, 

We follow with spirits undaunted. 

The soldier who meets death face to face, 

Is foremost now of the patriot race. 

Cho. —The soldier who meeets death face to face, 

Is foremost now of the patriot race. 

3 i 
Our country is calling ; we come, we come ! 

For freedom and union we rally ; 

Our heart-beat echoes the beating drum, 

Our thoughts with the trumpet tally. 

Our bosom pants for the doomful day, 

When treason shall front us in battle array. 

Cho. —Our bosom pants for the doomful day, 

When treason shall front us in battle array. 

4 

Our country is calling, with names that of old 
Emblazoned America’s story; 

May those of to-day, when its tale shall be told, 

Blaze with them forever in glory! 

Be our banner redeemed the reward of our scars, 

No scathe on its stripes, and no cloud on its stars! 

Cno.—Be our banner redeemed the reward of our scars, 

No scathe on its stripes, and no cloud on its stars! 

F. H. HEDGE. 


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And cheer us, as we march along, 
With Yankee voices,—full and strong, 
Join in chorus all; 

Our Yankee notions here we bring, 
Our Yankee chorus here we sing, 

So make the Dixie forest ring 

With “ Old Faneuil Hall! ” 







































































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OLD FANEUIL HALL! 

2 

When first our fathers made us free, 

When old King George first taxed the tea, 
They swore they would not bend the knee, 
But armed them one and all! 

In days like those the chosen spot 
To keep the hissing water hot, 

To pour the tea-leaves in the pot, 

Was Old Faneuil Hall ! 

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So when, to steal our tea and toast, 

At Sumter first the rebel host 
Prepared to march along the coast, 

At Jeff Davis’ call, 

He stood on Sumter’s tattered flag, 

To cheer them with the game of brag, 

And bade them fly his Rebel Rag 
On Old Faneuil Hall ! 

4 

But war’s a game that two can play; 

They waked us up that very day, 

And bade the Yankees come away 
.Down South—at Abram‘s call ! 

And so I learned my facings right, 

And so I packed my knapsack tight, 

And then I spent the parting night 
In Old Faneuil Hall! 

5 

And on that day which draws so nigh, 
When rebel ranks our steel shall try— 
When sounds at last the closing cry 
“ Charge bayonets all! ” 

The Yankee shout from far and near, 
Which broken ranks in flying hear, 

Shall be a rousing Northern cheer 
From Old Faneuil Hall ! 


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TRUMPET SONG. 

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TRUMPET SONG. 

1 

The battle-dram’s loud rattle is rending the air, 

The troopers all are mounted, their sabres are bare; 

The guns are unlimbered, the bayonets shine, 

Hark ! hark ! , tis the trumpet-call! wheel into line! 

Ta ra ! ta ta ta ! 

Trum tram, tra ra ra ra! 

Beat drums and blow trumpets ! 

Hurrah boys, hurrah! 

2 

March onward, soldiers, onward, the strife is begun, 
Loud bellowing rolls the boom of the black-throated gun 
The rifles are cracking, the torn banners toss, 

The sabres are clashing, the bayonets cross! 

Ta ra, etc. 

3 

Down with the leaguing liars, the traitors to their trust, 
Who trampled the fair charter of Freedom in dust! 

They falter, they waver, they scatter, they run, 

The field is our own,.and the battle is won ! 

Ta ra, etc. 

4 

God save our mighty people, and prosper our cause !' 
We’re fighting for our nation, our land, and our laws! 
Though tyrants may hate us, their threats we defy, 

And drum-beat and trumpet shall peal our reply ! 

Ta ra, etc. 


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A COMPROMISE. 

Allegretto con Spin to. 


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C. S. A., would like a truce! 

Ha! Ha ! a compromise! 
Fighting aint of any use ! 

Ha ! Ha ! a compromise ! 
Never mind who’s wrong or right, 
Mudsills can’t be made to fight, 

And, besides, it costs a sight! 

Ha ! Ha! a compromise! 

2 

Neutral Bull says, “ my advice,” 

Ha ! Ha ! the neutral Bull! 
“Is to patch it all up nice,” 

Ha ! Ha ! the neutral Bull ! 
“ Let your wayward sisters go, 

I’m your friend that tells ye so, 

Love ye just as fire loves tow ! ” 

Ha ! Ha ! the neutral Bull 1 

3 

Guess we’d better fix it so, 

Ha! Ha! a compromise ! 
Gulp our shame and let’em go, 

Ha ! Ha ! a compromise. 
Let’s own up that we’re afraid, 

That for ruling they were made, 

We to lick their boots and trade ! 

Ha! Ha ! a compromise ! 


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A COMPROMISE. 


No. 17 


4 

Shame on hopes of patching peace, 

Ha! Ha! a compromise ! 
With such bloody knaves as these ! 

Ha! Ha ! etc. 

Traitors have no right to hope 
Any peace beneath heaven’s cope, 

Till they dangle from a rope ! 

Ha ! Ha ! etc. 

5 

Give us back the tears we’ve shed, 

Ha! Ha! etc. 

Our gallant boys, untimely dead! 

Ha! Ha! etc. 

Give us back the pangs you’ve cost, 
Give us back our grandeur lost, 
Futures by your treason crossed ! 

Ha! Ha! etc. 

6 

Give’em empire ? give’em bricks! 

Ha ! Ha! etc. 

To the tune of Seventy-six! 

Ha! Ha! etc. 

Give’em shot and give’em shell, 

Drive your bayonets homeward well, 
Thai’s the compromise with hell! 

Ha! Ha ! etc. 


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2. If for her flag, her flag, on high,You bravely fight and die, 

3. But should you basely, basely fly, Scared by the battle cry, 



When countless millions yet unborn, When countless mil - lions 
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Shall Freedom droop and die, 

And we stand idle by, 

When countless millions yet unborn 
Will ask the reason why? 

2 

If for her flag on high 
You bravely fight and die, 

Be sure that God, on his great roll, 
Will mark the reason why. 

3 

But should you basely fly, 

Scared by the battle cry, 

Then down through all eternity 
You’ll hear the reason why. 


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No. 19, 


THE LASS OE THE PAMUNKY. 



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THE LASS OF THE PAMUNKY, 


1 

Your “glens” and “groves” I ne’er admired, 
And O your “ broom ” and “ birks,” they pall 

Of Burn-sides (all but one) I’m tired, 

And of your “ bonny lasses ” also. 

The man that sings the “ Banks of Doon,” — 
And braes, — I hold him but a donkey ; 

My heart beats to another tune, 

And that’s the Banks of the Pamunky. 

2 

For that famed « Lass of Pattie’s Mill ” 

I would n’t give one nickel penny; 

Of “ Nannies ” we’ve quite had our fill, 

Of “ Peggies ” and of “ Jessies ” many. 

Ditto the “ Lass of Ballochmyle,” 

All set so tediously to one key; 

Suppose we try a different style, 

And sing the Lass of the Pamunky! 

3 

Then sing no more the “ Banks of Cree,” 

Or “Afton’s,” green and softly rounded. 

But sing the steamer on the P-, 

Where they took me when I was wounded. 

And sing the maiden kind and true, 

Trim, handy, quiet, sweet, and spunky, 

That nursed me, and made no ado, 

When I lay sick on the Pamunky. 

4 

Fair hands ! but not too nice or coy 

To soothe my pangs with service tender; 

Soft eyes ! that watched a wasted boy, 

All loving, as your land’s defender! — 

O, I was then a wretched shade, 

But now I’m strong, and growing chunky, 

So Forward ! and God bless the maid 
That saved my life on the Pamunky! 

F. J. CHILD. 



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THE HIGH-TONED SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN. 



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THE HIGH-TONED SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN. 

[The words in italics are to be spoken , or given in recitative .] 

1 

Down in the sunny Southern clime the curious ones may find 
A ripping, tearing gentleman of an uncommon kind, — 

A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes his whiskey straight, 
And frequently condemns his eyes unto an awful fate, — 

A “ high-toned Southern gentleman,” one of the present time. 

2 

He always wears a full dress coat, pre-Adamite in cut, 

With waistcoat of the broadest style, through which his ruffles jut; 

Six breast-pins deck his horrid front, and on his fingers shine 
Whole invoices of diamond rings, which would hardly pass muster with the 
Original Jacobs in Chatham Street 

for jewels genuine; 

This “ high-toned Southern gentleman,” one of the present time. 

3 

He takes to euchre kindly, too, and plays an awful hand, 

Especially when those he tricks his style don’t understand, 

And if he wins, why then he stops to pocket all the stakes, 

But if he loses, then he «ays to the unfortunate stranger who had chanced to 
win, “ It’s my opinion you are a cursed Abolitionist, and if you don’t leave 
these parts in an hour, you ’ll be hung like a dog ! ” but no offer 
to pay liis losses makes ; 

This “ high-toned Southern gentleman,” one of the present time. 

4 

Of course he’s all the time in debt to those who credit give, 

Yet manages upon the best the market yields to live; 

But if a Northern creditor asks him his bill to heed, 

This honorable gentleman instantly draws his bowie-knife and pistols, dons 
a blue cockade, and declares that, in consequence of the repeated aggressions 
of the North, and its gross violations of the Constitution, he feels that it 
would utterly degrade him to pay any debt whatever, and that in fact he 
has at last determined to secede ! 

This “ high-toned Southern gentleman,” one of the present time.* 

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THE RISING OF THE NORTH. 

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1 

Last summer, when this mighty war 
Ingloriously was lagging, 

And Union folks were feeling sore, 

And all Secesh was bragging, 

Says Abe, “ Hollo, Sirs ! This goes too slow, Sirs ! 

Come, call out men a million ! 

"We ’ll all go down to Richmond town, 

And finish up rebellion.” 

2 

Then Judah Baker, up in Maine, 

Says, “ You be off, my five boys! 

Go set the Union up again, 

Or don’t come back alive, boys ! ” 

From Maine to Kansas the nation answers, 

From Michigan to Missouri; 

Impending shame fans high the flame, 

And fills the land with fury. 

3 

New Hampshire sends six Sanborn lads, 

With them Brown Brothers seven; 

The Twomblys brave, the sons and dads, 

Of six and five make ’leven. 

The Granite-Staters, they brook no traitors. 

No more will Minnesota ; 

Connecticut remembers Put, 

And hurries up her quota. 

4 

Vermont won’t stop to hum and haw, 

Be sure her men turn out well! 

“ My six sons and my son-in-law 
1 ’ll send,” says Mrs. Boutwell. 

New York, Ohio a glorious trio 

Make up with Pennsylvania ; 

“ My Maryland ” with them strikes hand* 

•To cure the Rebel mania. 


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No. 21. 


THE RISING OF THE NORTH. 

5 

Five Kays, five Cookes, five Hodgdons rush 
To speak for Massachusetts; 

For her the grandsires shall not blush, 

Like them she’s still a few sets. 

“ Come out! ” says Rhody, “ come everybody ! ” 

She’s little, but she’s plucky ; 

The Jersey Blues no time will lose, 

Nor lingers old Kentucky. 

6 

Dame Upright, out in Illinois, — 

The Suckers, what can daunt them ! — 

Says, “ Abe, here ’s my eight oldest boys ; 

I’ve three more when you want them.” 

Half Indiana flocks to the banner, 

And Delaware is not tardy; 

And Iowa sends to the fray 

Her trappers keen and hardy. 

7 

Wisconsin sure is pretty far ; 

She’s with the earliest comers ! 

To make things perpendicular 
She sends her seven Plummers. 

And wild Nebraska if you should ask her 
To stay at home, would scorn ye ; 

And all the gold e’er mined or told 
Can’t hold back Califomy. 

8 

’T was thus Columbia’s sons arose, 

When Abram sounded danger ; 

And thus they aye will meet her foes, 

The traitor or the stranger ! 

So true and steady, they ’re always ready 
To go where she will lead ’em; 

Let her but call, and one and all, 

They ’ll give their lives for Freedom ! * 

* A few of many families who have given a large number of soldiers to the Union 
army are commenforated in the above lines. Almost any reader will remember 
other instances equally or more striking. 


No. 22. 


BULLY BOY, BILLY. 


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FLEMISH AIR. 

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1. Well, Bul-ly Boy Billy, where will you go now, now? Bully Boy 


Bil - ly, where will you go now ? 


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the soldiers in camp, ,, Hop-sa- sa, fal - ha-la, Bui - ly for you! 


1 

Well, Bully Boy Billy, where will you go now, now ? 
Bully Boy Billy, where will you go now ? 

“ I’m off on a tramp, to the soldiers in camp,”— 
Hop-sa-sa, fal-ba-la, Bully for you ! 

2 

Well, Bully Boy Billy, what will you do there, there ? 
Bully Boy Billy, what will you do there ?— 

“ I’ll join them and fight, for /know what’s right,”— 
Hop-sa-sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for you! 

3 

Well, Bully Boy Billy, come tell us what’s right, right! 
Bully Boy Billy, come tell us what’s right! 

“ To fight like a man, for the Union’s the plan,”— 
Hop-sa sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for U— (N. I. 0. N. too !) 

4 

Well, Bully Boy Billy, come count us in too, too! 

Bully Boy Billy, come count us in too! 

The rebellion we’ll quell, — send Jeff Davis.to — well! 
Hop-sa-sa, fal-ha-la, Bully for U— (N. I. O. N. too! ) 

HENRY P. LELAND. 
























































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No. 23 




OVERTURES FROM RICHMOND. 

(A NEW LILLIBURLERO.) 

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OVERTURES FROM RICHMOND 

A NEW LILLIBURLERO. 

1 


“ Well, Uncle Sam,” says Jefferson D., 

Lilliburlero, old Uncle Sam, 

“ You ’ll have to join my Confed’racy,” 

Lilliburlero, old Uncle Sam. 

“Lero, lero, that don’t appear O, that don’t appear,” says old Uncle Sam, 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, that don’t appear,” says old Uncle Sam. 

2 

“ So, Uncle Sam, just lay down yonr arms, 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ Then you shall hear my reas’nable terms,” 
Lilliburlero, etc. 

“ Lero, lero, I’d like to hear O, I’d like to hear,” says old Uncle Sara, 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, I’d like to hear,” says old Uncle Sam. 

3 

“ First, you must own I’ve beat you in fight,” 
Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ Then, that I always have been in tlief right,” 
Lilliburlero, etc. 

“ Lero, lero, rather severe O, rather severe,” says old Uncle Sam, 

“ Lero, lero, filibustero, rather severe,” says old Uncle Sam. 

4 

“ Then, you must pay my national debts,” 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

« No questions asked about my assets,” 

Lilliburlero, etc. 

« Lero, lero, that’s very dear O, that’s very dear,” says old Uncle Sam, 
“ LerO, lero, filibustero, that’s very dear,” says old Uncle Sam. 

5 

“Also, some few i. O. u.s and bets,” 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ Mine, and Bob Toombs’, and Slidell’s, and Rhctt’s,” 
Lilliburlero, etc. 

“ Lero, lero, that leaves me zero, that leaves me zero,” says Uncle Sam, 
“Lero, lero, filibustero, that leaves me zero,” says Uncle Sam. 


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INTO. 23. 


OVERTURES FROM RICHMOND. 

6 

“ And, by the way, one little thing more,” 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ You 're to refund the costs of the war,” 

Lilliburlero, etc. 

“Lero, lero, just what I fear O, just what I fear,” says old Uncle Sam, 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, just what I fear,” says old Uncle Sam. 

7 

“ Next, you must own our Cavalier blood! ” 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ And that your Puritans sprang from the mud! ” 
Lilliburlero, etc. 

“Lero, lero, that mud is clear O, that mud is clear,” says old Uncle Sam, 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, that mud is clear,” says old Uncle Sam. 

8 

“ Slavery’s, of Course, the chief corner-stone,” 
Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ Of Our NEW CIV-IL-I-ZA-TI-ON ! ” 

Lilliburlero, etc. [Sam, 

“ Lero, lero, that’s quite sincere O, that’s quite sincere,” says old Uncle 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, that’s quite sincere,” says old Uncle Sam. 

9 

“ You ’ll understand, my recreant tool,” 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ You ’re to submit, and we are to rule,” 

Lilliburlero, etc. 

“ Lero, lero, are n’t you a hero ! are n’t you a hero ! ” says Uncle Sam, 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, are n’t you a hero ! ” says Uncle Sam. 

10 

“ If to these terms you fully consent,” 

Lilliburlero, etc., 

“ I ’ll be Perpetual King-President,” 

Lilliburlero, etc. [Sam, 

“Lero, lero, take your sombrero, off to your swamps!” says old Uncle 
“ Lero, lero, filibustero, cut, double-quick! ” says old Uncle Sam. 

F. J. CHILD. 


No. 24. * 45 

CAVALRY SONG. 

JOHN K. PAINE. 



hold the ho - liest cause in thrall; The sa - cred Right, which 



grows to Might, The day which dawns in blood - red light. 


1 

Weaponed well to war we ride, 

With sabres ringing by our side,— 

The warning knell of death to all 
Who hold the holiest cause in thrall; 

The sacred Right which grows to Might, 

The day which dawns in blood-red light. 

2 

Weaponed well to war we ride, 

To conquer, tide what may betide; 

For never yet beneath the sun 
Was battle by the devil won : 

For what to thee defeat may be, 

Time makes a glorious victory. 

3 

Weaponed w^ell to war we ride; 

Who braves the battle wins the bride; 

Who dies the death for truth shall bo 
Alive in love eternally: 

Though dead ho lies, soft starry eyes 

Smile hope to him from purple skies. c. o. lei and. 
























































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I’LL BE A SERGEANT. 


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They’ll be glad to turn in, To dream of a wife. 

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No. 25. 


I ’LL BE A SERGEANT. 

1 

I’ll be a Sergeant, an orderly Sergeant, 

I 'll be a Sergeant, on that just bet your life ; 

I 'll make the boys so sick 
Of drilling at the double quick, 

They '11 be glad to turn in, to dream of a wife. 

For the girls, they must love and adore us, 

Who fight for the country that bore us, 

And happy shall we be 
If they kiss you and me, 

When we come marching home ! 

Marching home, marching home, marching home, 
Marching home to the roll of the drum, 

And when the battle's o’er 
We '11 repay them by the score, 

When the drum taps, “ Marching home! ” 

2 

She sha’n’t be Cap’n, that must not happen, 

She sha'n’t be Cap’n, but play the second fife ; 

We can bear the colors best, 

She shall wear them on her breast, 

Salute us, and “ dress," and in short be our wife. 

For the girls, they must love and adore us, etc. 

3 

Should I be Col’nel, gazetted in the Journal, 

O, should I be Col’nel, to lead in the strife, 

For her sake, so proud I'd be, 

And let ev’ry rebel see, 

How a man can fight for his flag and a wife ! 

For, dear girls ! we soldiers adore you ; 

Make us brave through your love, we implore you ! 
Then happy shall we be 
To bend the suppliant knee, 

When we come marching home. 

Marching home, marching home, marching home. 
Marching home to the roll of the drum. 

Then, freed from war's alarms, 

To you we '11 yield our arms, 

When the drum taps, “ Marching Home ! " 

H. A. W. 


No. 28 


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THE VOW. 


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Dear Motherland, we’ll set thee free 
From treason, shame, and plunder! 
From all thy soil,—hill, vale, and shore,— 
Oppression^ hordes forevermore 
We’ll drive with fire and thunder. 


2 


The die is cast—we will not quail, 

Whatever fate hangs o’er us; 

For Truth is great, and shall prevail, 
And Freedom goes before us. 

Where brothers lie, we too may lie, 

Yet shall our souls ascending cry, 

“ We’ve saved the land that bore us!” 


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No. 27 


FOR A’ THAT, AND A’ THAT. 



Who’s he that dares in - suit our cause, With 



doubts, and fears, and a* that? We’ll 



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No. 27. 


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FOR A’ THAT AND A’ THAT. 

1 

Who’s he that dares insult our cause 
With doubts, and fears, and a’ that ? 

We ’ll stand for Country, Home, and Laws, 
Despite his jeers, and a’ that! 

For a 1 that, and a’ that, 

Though cannons roar, and a’ that, 

We ’ll fight our fathers’ battles o’er 
Like freemen’s sons, for a’ that! 

2 

The stars that rose in murky sky,— 

Yet struggled through, for a’ that, — 

Shall take again their place op high 
In field of blue, for a’ that! 

For a’ that, and a’ that, 

Through treason, wars, and a’ that, 

They still shall be the polar stars 
And never set, for a’ that! 


3 

And not for us alone their light; 

They ’ll shine for more than a’ that; 

Fdr all who wrestle for the Right, 

In bondage sore and a’ that! 

For a’ that, and a’ that, 

For wrongs, and woes, and a’ that ; 

And earth shall shout, amidst her throes 
For man’s new-birth, and a’ that! 

4 

Then, comrades, form th’ electric chain 
With heart and hand, and a’ that ; 

The spark we strike shall pass amain 
Through ev’ry land, for a’ that. 

For a’ that, and a’ that, 

With flag unfurled, and a’ that. 

The standard-bearers of the world, 

We ’ll free mankind for a’ that! 


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Mb. 28. 


WOULD YOU BE A SOLDIER, LADDY ? 


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No. 28. 


WOULD YOU BE A SOLDIER, LADDY ? 

1 

Would you be a soldier, laddy ? 

Come and serve old Uncle Sam ! 

He henceforth must be your daddy, 

And Columbia your dam. 

Do you like salt-horse and beans ? 

Do you knew what hard-tack means ? — 

Jolly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack, 

That’s the stuff you have to crack J 
Do you like salt-horse and beans ? 

Do you know what hard-tack means ? 

That ’s the jolly stuff we soldiers have to crack. 
Hard-tack, hard-tack, and hard-tack! 

2 

Do you want to be a soldier ? 

Now’s the time to put in play 
What your good old granny told you 
Of the Revolution day ! 

What had their brave jaws to chew ? 

Sometimes nothing, — what have you 11 ? 

Jolly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack, 

That’s the stuff you have to crack ; 

What had their brave jaws to chew ? 

Sometimes nothing, — what have you ? 

What ’& the jolly stuff we soldiers have to crack ? 
Hard-tack, hard-tack, and hard-tack ! 

3 

Want to be a soldier, do you ? 

You must march through swamp and sludge, 
And, though balls go through and through you, 
Blaze away, and never budge ! 

But when muskets go crack, crack, 

Bite your cartridge and hard-tack ! 

Jolly hard-tack, tack, tack, tack, 

That’s the stuff you have to crack ; 

When the muskets go crack, crack, 

Bite your cartridge and hard-tack ! 

That’s the jolly stuff we soldiers have to crack, 
Hard-tack, hard-tack, and hard-tack ! 


No. 29. 


MY BRIAR PIPE. 


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pipe I thought it— Not much for show; 

in it per-ished, Short time a - go! 


2 Only two and nine-pence bought it 

Long time ago! 

Cavendish and Lynchburg taught it 
Browner to grow; 

Hound the camp-tires sitting, joking, 

Stretched in a row, 

Comrades brave this pipe were smoking, 

Short time ago! 

3 Oh I hoped ’twas mine forever, 

Short time ago! 

Can I now forget it ? — Never ! 

No, lost one, no ! 

To its thief my blessing’s given 
With it he may go ! 

Oh my Briar-pipe was stolen, 

Short time ago ! 

4 If Secesh this pipe have taken,— 

Some time ago, 

When they stole our corn and bacon,— 

Skedaddling slow, 

Not a bitter thought ’twill waken, 

By Jingo, no! 

’Twill be found when Richmond’s taken— 

Shortly you know. henry p. lelanu. 




































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No. 30 


HARK! THAT STERN VOICE! 

TENOR I. FEINDE RINGSUM. 

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1 

Hark ! that stern voice ! 


Patriots, exult, as ye hear it! 
Traitors to Liberty, fear it! 
Freemen, rejoice! 


2 

Hark ! that firm tramp ! 
Falsehood’s foundations are shaking; 
Despots are cowering and quaking, 
Through their dark camp. 


3 

Through the roused land 
Liberty’s host is advancing : 

Truth, with her white banner glancing, 
Leads her brave band! 


4 

. Morning grows bright! 
Treason’s foul shadows are flying, 
Liberty’s ransomed are crying 
Hail to the light! 


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